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Ireland hesitated for a moment, and also picked up the glass on the table, but he did not clink with Mezcal or plan to drink. Instead, he asked:

"Are you for Shiraz?"

"Yes." Xinfan replied calmly, "forcing Pisk to make atonement for what he had done before, although he may not be aware of the problem."

In his unfinished words, Xinfan believes that everyone is responsible for all his actions. If he has done anything that hurts the world, it is an atonement.

Ireland sneered and asked: "Why are you telling me this."

Xin Fan turned his head slightly: "Yeah, why? I probably don't want you to die with hatred. After all, when we were born first, we were clean and there was nothing."

"Really..." Ireland's words just started, and the entire Eastern Capital Tower suddenly fell into darkness.

He and Mezcal looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that the gin was accepted.

"How do you keep my life here?" Ireland asked.

He was greeted by Mezcal's unhesitating kick-Ireland fell heavily from the lookout. The next second, the searchlight of the helicopter shone on him.

Ireland raised his hand to cover the dazzling light and spit out the bruise in his mouth.

Damn it, Mezcal was really rude, kicking him half his life with one kick.

The searchlight clearly exposed Ireland to the eyes of Gin and others. His face was blue and purple, his clothes were not intact, his hair was messy, and his mouth was still carrying red blood.

Upon seeing this, Chianti laughed uncharacteristically: "Hahaha, look at Ireland, it's so miserable!"

Gin noticed that Ireland was not wearing headphones and guessed that his communication equipment might have been broken, so he motioned to Belmode to the side.

Belmod understood, and threw down his communication headset.

She smashed quickly and accurately, and the earphones fell into Ireland's palm like a shooting star.

Ireland puts on headphones.

In his peripheral vision, Mezcal was hiding behind the metal bunker, raising his hand and aiming the gun at his head. Ireland knew that as long as he said half a word that was not good for Mezcal, the guy would shoot him immediately.

"Ireland." Gin whispered.

Ireland, facing the direction of the helicopter, stood up straight: "It's me."

"How about it, do you get the memory card?"

"Ah." Ireland replied faintly, then took the memory card out of his pocket and held it in front of it.

Bourbon called up the screen of the onboard camera and zoomed in on the memory card.

"The confirmation is the memory card that recorded the NOC list." After the comparison, Bourbon gave an affirmative answer and reminded Gin in'kindness', "In addition, the police have discovered the previously unconscious joint investigation team."

Chianti frowned: "Do you still hang Ireland?"

The wind tonight is a bit strong, and you can feel it when you sit in a helicopter. If you use a rope to lift Ireland, not only the target is obvious, but it is also dangerous. These are things that everyone here knows.

In the video footage, Ireland has been holding the memory card, her expression a little impatient.

"Ireland, the distance is too far, we can't see the memory card." Bourbon's indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the silent space, "Stretch your hand forward."

Ireland complained in his heart that there were so many people, but he still held the memory card in front of him.

"Hey, what are you doing Bourbon?!"

Bourbon snatched Chianti's gun and set it on the shooting port of the helicopter. This set of movements is as smooth as flowing water, and it seems that he has practiced it many times. From the beginning to the end, Bourbon did not pay attention to Chianti, ignoring it to the extreme.

In the scope is the memory card that Ireland got, but it is also the heart of Ireland.

Bourbon took a deep breath, then held his breath and pulled the trigger—

"Shoo!"

The bullet popped out of the chamber and got into the memory card with great momentum, but the memory card did not reduce its speed. Before Ireland could react, the bullet shot into his chest.

Ireland was pushed back by the force of the bullet and hit the wall hard, staining the outer wall of the East Capital Tower.

The thick and warm blood spurted out, splashing on Xinfan's cheeks and clothes.

Under Xinfan's gaze, Ireland could no longer stand steady and fell in front of him.

"I, I want to fight too..." Cohen complained weakly.

Chianti reacted more violently. She snatched her gun back and yelled angrily: "Bourbon, how can you shoot without saying a word?" And she used her favorite gun. This kind of thing is absolutely intolerable. !

Bourbon didn't even bother to bother about it.

"Big brother?" Vodka asked for gin's opinion.

Gin curled his lips and said: "The police have arrived, and that guy can't escape. Instead of wasting time with him here and increasing our risk of exposure, it's better to just kill him like Bourbon."

Gin appreciates people who are decisive and not soft-hearted. Bourbon's approach is very beautiful, which suits his liking. Jinjiu felt that he might have to re-examine the intelligence team. Those people were not just waste of collecting intelligence.

Belmode gave Bourbon a deep look.

Bourbon was not guilty, and he met Belmode's gaze calmly and asked: "What's the matter, is the detective already climbing up?"

Belmode suffocated and twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly: "No, no, I just want to remind you that the gun was shot crooked just now, and it didn't hit the heart of Ireland. You see, he is still alive."

On the East Tower, Ireland clutched his chest in pain. Although the bullet did not penetrate the heart, it had already destroyed his lungs, leaving him with blood on his breath.

"Ireland." Xinfan whispered his code name, but didn't say anything.

Ireland struggled to sit down against the wall, the searchlight of the helicopter was still so dazzling, but he didn't care anymore.

"You are right, I really can't leave the East Tower. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Ireland smiled, "It's just that I didn't expect to die in their hands."

He shot unceremoniously when he was least defensive, which is really...very organized style.

Ireland's voice was very small, and Xinfan had to move closer to him to ensure that he could hear his voice and not miss any possible information.

Upon seeing this, the curvature of the corners of Ireland's mouth widened, but Xinfan did not notice.

"Mezcal."

Xinfan looked at him, expressing his doubts with his eyes.

Ireland's face was very pale, but he insisted on saying, "Mezcal, I forgive you."

Xin Fan was startled slightly.

"You're right, everyone must atone for the mistakes they made. However, Pisk is the person I respect the most, so..."

In Xinfan's confused eyes, Ireland suddenly grabbed Xinfan's arm and pulled him out of the bunker. Xinfan couldn't react for a while, his center of gravity lost its stability, and he was instantly exposed to the searchlight of a helicopter.

"So please accept a little revenge from a dying person!" Ireland said with a sincerest smile.

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